Works of RK

Do you still miss her? She asked me. No, I said. So, are you looking? No, I said. She looked at me with her brand of annoyance. I don't miss her not because I no longer remember her, but because she has latched on to me like an angry badger. She is under the bedspreads, in my bathroom scrubs, in the way things are kept in my house, in the wardrobes and soap dishes. She is in the long strands of hairs stuck silly to the legs of my chairs and intertwined with the filaments of my rugs. She is my song list, my sense of time and my foundational definition sets of love and laughter and strength and vulnerabilities. She forms the fragment of my dreams, both broken and yet to be formed. She is the shimmering lines of gold crisscrossing the Kintsugi of my life. She is the red in my beetroot dishes, the tamarind in my Sambhar is from her. So is the spice of my fish curries and the chewy blandness in my steamed green brocoli. She lives and breathes in places I occupy. On roads, on highways, o...

  For when it is time All deaths shall be avenged All wishes of the virtuous Granted And the vicious Hung Burnt or cast aside In one swooping tide of time.  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ali_Khamenei  

I know I have been busy I have been busy digging Little pits in shifting sands By a choppy sea, and waiting For my little dreams To form puddles in my living And slowly watch its walls collapse Into itself Water to Water Sand and all Amidst the roaring of the waves And the silences Of the droopy willows Crying In the falling rain

The promises of a better tomorrow Holds me back, my darling, today There is always so much more to do But I promise to love you tomorrow. Working late nights and barely sleeping I wake up and find the world already rushing ahead And each day dominoes into another But I promise to love you tomorrow. I was young once And I thought I would have more time But now I am in a bit of a rush But my darling, I promise to love you tomorrow. Just when I thought that I finally had time My therapist forced on me a dog My little sweetheart, my cuddly woodly coochie coo And Oh!, there is you! You, my darling, I promise to love you tomorrow 😊 Photo

"Every flood, every where, leaves memories on the land from which it recedes. The trees that survived would add a wider ring to its memory, and with frost rings, light rings, and false rings, as well as missing and narrow rings, the flood would be just another ring of a memory in a tree. What do WE do?  Where do we store all our love or the lack of it?  How do we record our floods and our droughts and our famines... and with you not around, what do I do?"

Together We might never dissolve fully Into each other But we will flow my love Like rivulets through paths untrodden And we shall make music Like pebbles rolling And water flowing And birds calling There are all kinds of music And such shall be ours.

Come Let us slice into each other With fine surgical precision You slash me here I slash you there And then When the storm is done I will patch you up And you tuck me up You bring the bucket I the mop the blood And together we will cleanse Our ancient hurts Our guilts And our fears  Until we start again And over a cup of coffee You tell me  My dear Just how much you love me And I shall tell you Just how much I love you.